Chapter 1179 Lord of Hope, City of Dawn
When the dim petrified light faded from the Rock Cellar City, black thorns crawled everywhere in the city.
In fact, it was Sinthorn who had been "castrated" by Aiwass.
He used his ability as a sinbeast to control Sinthorn, draining it of almost all its power, leaving only a hollow shell. He then used a blessing ritual to stab this "detoxifying Sinthorn" Primarch into the stone tablet used for the transaction, mixing the power of nothingness with the power transmitted by the amber, contaminating and denaturing it, thus losing its original characteristics.
Then, the power of nothingness disintegrated the petrification, just like sprinkling salt on a leech.
However, although Aiwass has tried his best to filter out the "toxicity" of the Sinthorn through the consecration ceremony, its harmfulness to the extraordinary people is still inevitable.
It will manifest itself in a feeling of weakness - just like after a serious illness, the body will become weak and powerless.
The diluted Sinthorn power that entered their bodies through the petrification power would continue to dissolve their extraordinary strength. This would require several nights of sleep and constant replenishment of mana to gradually alleviate the pain.
This process, like the immune system killing foreign pathogens, causes the host to experience intense discomfort. Along with a sense of weakness that renders them powerless, they will also experience fever, hunger, thirst, and sleepiness until the power of nothingness is completely eliminated.
But for ordinary people who have no extraordinary powers at all, they will not feel uncomfortable at all.
Based on this characteristic, it actually possesses a novel quality - allowing Aiwass to easily identify those extraordinary people hidden in the crowd.
Anyone who has been petrified before will inevitably be subjected to this kind of judgment.
Lily lurks in the shadow of Sinthorn, jumping around the city and recording everyone's status.
Their memories remained at the moment before they were petrified. However, because they had not yet been completely petrified, they still had vague perceptions and hallucinations like dreams.
When they woke from the dream, they found that the water in the city had stopped flowing... A sense of fear swept through the people's hearts. It was far more vivid than the fatigue caused by long-term petrification and the pain of fighting against the power of the sin thorns within their bodies.
Anyone who has lived in the Sabbath knows how this happens.
——Their good master is dead!
Not only did the good master die, but he also failed to pass on his power before his death.
In other words, Rock Cellar City had lost its status as a city-state. All of them were forced to either become refugees and slaves of other city-states, or be forced to join the rebels, living in the deep desert outside the city-state, struggling to survive and trying to resist all good masters, or become the Dry Water Army, turning to plunder other water-rich city-states.
No matter which future they choose, it means they have already lost their future——
But just as people were in chaos, the big bell in the city was rung.
That was the "Thirst Stone Bell" used by the Benevolent Lord to summon the citizens. Generally speaking, it was used to announce important matters or to summon people to watch an execution—the latter being more frequent than the former.
It is made of a rare material called "Thirst Stone". It can make anyone who hears the sound feel thirsty, and only by approaching it can this unreasonable thirst be relieved.
In this way, no one can refuse the call of the bell.
In Sabbath, thirst is the most ubiquitous yet unbearable suffering.
At this point, the residents of Rock Cellar City were completely plunged into panic and chaos. Confused, they could only follow the sound of the bells to the central square, like a group of lambs being driven by a whip.
When they arrived at the square, they saw the body of the former good man "Honest Afshin" hanging on the gallows.
People might not know the Good Lord's name, but they certainly know what he looks like. Not to mention, the fat man is wearing the gorgeous knitted robes that only the Good Lord would wear.
And those who stood beside the good master must be the ones who killed the good master.
Some foreigners, and a ritualist.
“What have you done!”
"Murderer! Sinner!"
"Look at those black thorns, they must be servants of the Sand Devil!"
People cried out in despair, uttering hysterical, shrill, painful, and passionate curses: "You will all fall into the quicksand together!"
"I'm going to kill you!"
"Kill them, they must be rebels!"
"Offer their heads to other benevolent masters, and they may let us into the city..."
"What are you dreaming about, idiot! Throw them into the salt pond and die together!"
It wasn't just the free folk who cursed Aiwass and his group.
Even the slaves joined in the curse.
At first glance, no one seemed to be happy about being liberated by the killing of the good master.
But even so...
Even with such hatred, such madness, such hysteria, and such curses.
But no one dared to step forward and take action.
——After all, being able to kill the Good Lord means they are far stronger than us. So why would they attack the strong?
If they had dared to resist the strong, they would not have been ruled by the good master until now.
Aiwass was silent as he watched this scene, his heart heavy.
It was not because he was being cursed or rebuked... but because he now had a deep understanding of what the Parthians were thinking and how their understanding of the Good Lord and Parthian culture came about.
"Sherlock."
Aiwass called softly.
Although he inherited the contract, he did not master the power of the good master. Because of this, the contract signed between Afxin and Yuan Tiansi was naturally terminated.
And the sinthorn itself absorbs water.
When the city recovered from its petrification, the water in the waterways had been completely sucked away by the Sinthorns. No new water flowed out, and the entire city had become a dry city.
So Aiwass also understood why they were so angry and so desperate.
Without water storage, they couldn't even leave the Rock Cellar City—trekking and traveling in the desert also required water. But if they couldn't take water with them, it meant they wouldn't be able to make it to the next city alive.
They are not even qualified to become slaves. They will only become dried corpses buried in the yellow sand in the desert.
That is the real deal... the end of the world is upon us.
It's no wonder they've suffered a mental breakdown, wishing to die together. For them, this is truly their only future. The thirst awakened by the Thirst Stone Bells torments their resolve, a constant reminder of their future.
"Ah, I see."
And Sherlock obviously understood this.
His heart was also heavy. It was not until then that he truly understood the happiness of Xingti and the people of Avalon.
Before he left Avalon, he felt that it was full of gangs and criminals, and that the entire society was rigid and full of crime.
When he went to the Theocracy, he discovered that the elves were also crazy and had their own conspiracies and terminal illnesses.
But when he came to Xingti, he learned that a country's unemployment rate could exceed 50%, and a local leader could even print counterfeit money for hundreds of years. He also learned that a country's factions could be so chaotic that everyone was an enemy of each other, and that a country's royal family could have no reliable members.
When he arrived at Iris, he realized that some countries had such poor nighttime security that leaving the house could lead to death. The Son of the Moon directly controlled the entire country, turning it into a bloodbath and sheepfold.
...But it was not until Sherlock came to rest that he realized that those people mentioned above were so happy.
They actually have food to eat and water to drink—there is actually a country where people struggle to survive until tomorrow. Even if they lose their dignity, their freedom, their future, everything, they still want to live for just one more day, one more hour, one more minute.
With inexplicable emotions surging in his heart, Sherlock tightly grasped the staff in his hand.
He whispered, "Leave it to me."
So he faced those distorted faces, hysterical screams, and citizens who were so confused that they attacked each other—
Summoned an endless spring of clear water.
At that moment, the cursing, curses, roars, crying, shouting, fighting... all stopped abruptly.
People's faces suddenly changed.
They knelt on the ground in a mess, crawling and cheering.
They laughed, praised... and worshipped devoutly.
"Good Lord! Good Lord! Good Lord!" people cheered.
"Give us new water!" people flattered.
It was as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion. As if the one hanging there was not the benevolent master they "loved", but a stray dog that no one knew about.
Hundreds and thousands of people knelt on the ground, like a pack of tamed dogs.
But Aiwass didn't think they were pitiful.
——At least, there’s nothing wrong with wanting to live.
The problem is this cursed land.
And Aiwass looked at them, raised his right hand and showed them the most sacred "Seal of the Good Lord".
"I am your new master."
There was no smile on Aiwass's face.
He declared seriously, solemnly and solemnly: "I am Aiwass..."
At that moment, Aiwas was stuck.
According to the custom of the Parthians, the name of the Good Lord should be preceded by a simple and easy-to-understand word.
How would he describe himself?
Countless words flowed through Aiwass's mind.
Sun, light, shine, warmth, justice, fairness, liberation, forgiveness, perfection, holiness…
And in the end, Aiwass decided on that name.
"...I am Aiwass, Aiwass of Hope."
He declared:
"—From now on, this place will be called the City of Dawn."
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